Attack

You were hiding behind a dumpster in the battlefield, you on KorTac's team. You struggled with managing anxiety, and Konig knew about it and related.

Sweats forms on your hands, making it hard to hold the gun. Your upperranks always tell you that you shouldn't be in the special forces since you're so nervous all the time.

Konig passed by, the 6'10 giant crouching over to you. He knows when you're getting nervous, and he knows how to help.

He would gently envelop your hand in his massive one, easily covering it. He rubs your knuckles with his thumb.

-- "It's alright, I know, I know..."